Raine and her Storm

Salv

Waking up with a hangover is like having a freight train barreling through your head. My eyelids felt heavy, and the room seemed to spin as I struggled to open them. The bright morning light stabbed at my eyes, causing an immediate surge of regret. I groaned regretting every sip of alcohol from the night before.

My mouth was dry as a desert, and a pounding headache reverberated through my skull with each heartbeat. I reached for a glass of water on the nightstand, my hand shaking as I took a slow, cautious sip. The cool liquid provided some relief, but the nausea still gnawed at my stomach.

I look around disoriented, in a strange bedroom that was entirely unfamiliar to me. The first thing that struck me was the peculiar arrangement of the furniture and the unusual play of light filtering through the curtains. It wasn't my room, and I couldn't remember how I had ended up here.

I could barely remember the events of the previous night, but flashes of blurry faces, laughter, and the clinking of glasses started to resurface. It was as if my memory was a jigsaw puzzle, with most of the pieces missing or scattered.

Dragging myself out of bed felt like an Everest-level challenge. My body felt heavy and sluggish, and I stumbled. As I sat, the details of the room began to come into focus. The walls were painted a royal shade of blue, adorned with abstract art that seemed out of place. The room smelled faintly of an unfamiliar cologne, and the air was different from what I was used to.

A quick glance in the mirror confirmed the sorry state I was in – disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and a pallor that resembled a ghost more than a living person. Wearing a shirt that didn't belong to me, looking around the room I wasn't able to find anything that belong to me. Anastasia's dress absent from the room along with my purse.

Panic crept in as I tried to recall the events of the previous night. Flashes of a dimly lit bar, laughter, and conversations with strangers rushed through my mind, but the pieces didn't quite fit together. The realization that I couldn't remember how I had arrived in this room sent a shiver down my spine.

Gently swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I glanced around for any clues. A photograph on the nightstand caught my eye, featuring people I didn't recognize, and a calendar on the wall marked a date that didn't match my memory. It was as though I had entered a parallel universe during the night.

With a sense of trepidation, I stood up and headed for the bedroom door. As I cautiously opened it, I was met with an unfamiliar hallway, and I knew that I needed to piece together the puzzle of the previous night's events to make sense of this strange and disconcerting situation.

My hand brushed against the cold, textured wallpaper as I moved forward cautiously, my senses on high alert. Every creak of the wooden floorboards seemed amplified, as if the very structure of the building was whispering secrets I couldn't decipher. I could feel the weight of the darkness pressing in on me, making it difficult to see beyond a few feet ahead.

Walking down a dark hallway felt like navigating through an abyss of uncertainty. The dim, feeble light at the far end barely illuminated my path, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls. Each step echoed faintly, reverberating with a haunting solitude that sent shivers down my spine.

With each step, my imagination played tricks on me, conjuring images of lurking figures and hidden doorways. My heart raced, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was not alone in this eerie, unlit passage. Every tiny sound, a distant drip of water or the rustle of a curtain, sent my nerves into overdrive.

I yearned for the reassuring warmth of well-lit spaces and the comfort of familiar surroundings. The unknown nature of the hallway stirred up a primal fear, a fear of what might be lurking just beyond the shadows. Despite my unease, I pressed on, driven by the need to reach the end of this foreboding corridor, where the promise of light and safety awaited, determined to conquer the fear that had taken hold of me.

The thought of food was both tempting and nauseating, as I contemplated the greasy breakfast that usually helped in these situations. I knew that I had overindulged, and the pounding headache and queasiness were my body's way of reminding me of the consequences.As I slowly started piecing together the hazy memories of the night before, I couldn't help but vow to myself that I'd be more responsible in the future.

Hangovers were a harsh reminder of the price one pays for a night of excessive indulgence, and at that moment, I longed for nothing more than a quiet, dark room to nurse my throbbing head and reflect on my choices.

As I walked far enough to come to a staircase the lights shining from the lower level lit up the dark oak stained wood. My feet working before my mind I begin walking down and coming to face with a kitchen full of men.

Very handsome but fierce men, the ones you read in the books late at night to feel company that isn't truly there. The ones that you imagine come and save you and then take you in the back of their office while saying all sorts of profanities to you.

Just the thought of it made my legs tighten with uncertainty but I held my head up as high as I could muster as I asked them the question as to where the hell I was.

"Well sweetheart, you're in our main house." A man says from the side of the beautifully handcrafted marble island. I swear I thought me and Carter had a nice home.

The thought of Carter brings a tear to my eye as I remember why I was in that bar last night.

"Woah now, there is no need to cry. See salv I told you that you would make her cry"

I look up in amusement as I see the men bickering with each other like brothers in a playground over who gets the next swing ride.

"I'm not crying because of him," I say meekly "I'm just really fucking hungry"

AN

I am so sorry everyone i have been in such a block with this story but I promise to start doing constant updates, anywho please comment what you guys think so far and if you think I should prolong anything I'd love to hear your ideas!!!